Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any aspect of Marvel, The Avengers, or Captain America(sadly) but I do, however, own my OC and my plot.


Prologue

Loki loathed the taste of Midgardian beer.

It was bitter, and it left a foul taste on his silver tongue. But, nevertheless, he drank it anyways. There was nothing else to do on this miserable planet while he thought of how to exact his revenge on those damned Avengers and their ghastly agency, SHIELD. Loki looked around at the inebriated Midgardian people, throwing their noodle arms in the air, chugging their over-sized mugs of beer, laughing far too loudly. It took every ounce of will power he had not to smite every single one of them. These pathetically sad people only made his anger grow. I could rule these people, he thought, enraged, I could rule them all. He took another swig of his unworthy beer.

But then, he felt something. Something positively, spine-tinglingly amazing.

He felt the presence of another superior being. Now, he didn't get these feelings often. They were very temperamental. But, Loki had the inkling that this curious feeling meant something. His emerald eyes floated around the dive bar, eyeing every single one of the occupants. He ignored the group of drunkards ogling over a few simple-minded whores. His eyes skated over the two boys at the bar, clearing not old enough to be there and trying to blend in. The few wenches behind the bar seemed just as simple as the other whores. But one particular young woman behind the counter stuck out to him. Her long, pulled-back hair was as dark as the midnight sky and her skin was as light as ivory. He studied her for a moment, trying to decide whether she was the superior being he was trying to locate. Her eyes found his as he watched her, and he was delighted to see that her irises were a delicate shade of green. Not like his though, no, hers were warm, like willow trees in the spring. She grew uncomfortable under his stare and continued to wipe the counter and pour drinks and yell at rowdy drunkards.

She's the one, Loki mused to himself, she's the superior being among these insolent fools. So, he sipped his drink idly until a big man, riveling even Thor's size, came up and told him that the bar was closing and he had to leave. Loki stood without giving the bouncer so much as a sideways glance and sauntered out onto the street with all the other highly inebriated, sad, pathetic, miserable wastes of oxygen. He waited in the dark shadows of the alley beside the bar until the dark haired girl strolled out of the back, conversing with another, older wench.

"I'm telling you, Lor, if you'd just cut those into shorts and that into a tank top, you'd be beating them drunk guys off with a stick."

"You say it as if I'd want that."

"If I still had by 23 year old body, you wouldn't be able to keep the scissors out of my hands. You'd get your rent money for the month in one night!"

"I'm not flaunting my goods to make tips, Rach. I'd rather use my undeniably charming charisma to do that." Loki heard the older one laugh, her naselly giggling making him want to cut out her tongue.

"Can't argue with that, I guess. See ya tomorrow, Lor."

"Night, Rach," Loki had to contain a sigh of relief that the annoying wench was finally making her leave. And to his luck, the young superior being, Lor as he'd heard, turned left, right by where he was tucked away. She walked with a spring in her step and a sway in her hips and Loki stealthily stalked her all the way to a small, run-down, shack of a home. His lip curled up in disgust at the one-story, decrepit, smaller-than-his-bedchambers house. Is this how Midgard treats those that are superior to them? How they treat the ones that are more special than they are? This only made Loki even more angry.

She hopped up the steps and unlocked the door and briskly walked inside to be greeted by small, child-like giggles. Her child perhaps? Another being with her superior DNA? His Godly hearing enabled him to listen beyond the walls of the house.

"Lorelai, Lorelai! Look what I made at Uncle Rob and Uncle Mason's house today! Look, look, look!" For a second, just a short moment, Loki let the right corner of his mouth curve up into a tiny, minute smile. So young, so innocent, so naive about the ruethless truths of this world, and others. But, his smile vanished when he heard the cruel, familiar words of neglect and disregard.

"Oh, shut up, Donny. Your sister had a long day, she doesn't wanna see that stupid drawing right when she walks in the door." This made Loki want to storm in there right then and break the lady's neck with his bare hands.

"Take your pills and go to sleep, Mom. I can put Donny to bed tonight." He heard the contempt in her voice as she regarded her mother, it was as clear as the Asgardian sky on a summer day. The woman muttered something else as she noisely opened cabinets and stomped her heavey feet, but Loki could not hear. And soon, her heavey feet carried her away from the room. "Alright, what's this I hear about a drawing?" The young woman asked the little boy, her soft voice carrying through the thin walls.

"I drew our family. Look. I gave us a dog named Max and a cat named Mr. Whiskers and Uncle Rob and Uncle Mason are our neighbors and I made Mommy not look so mean."

"Well I think you did an amazing job, little man. Is that supposed to be me?"

"Yeah, I took your bad thing away 'cause I know you don't like it."

"Thanks, buddy. The green hair was a nice touch, too, by the way."

Loki grew more and more curious and was deciding between breaking into the house silently and stealing the girl away or busting in and making a big ordeal about her decision to go with him. Loki did love a good entrance, and he thrived on the element of surprise, so he decided to shoot for the middle and go for it.

He snuck around the side of the house to the back, climbing over the small, chain-link fence that separated the side yard from the back yard and crept up to the back door. It was locked, much to his disdain, and so were all the windows around him. Realizing that he had to break a window to gain entrance, he pushed his elbow back against a pain of glass to the left of the door. It shattered, quite loudly actually, and he wondered if the girl would be anticipating his arrival and showcase her superior ability to him. That only made him climb through the window faster.

"Mom, are you alright?" Loki heard the girl call to the back of the house. Her voice was clearer now, and it was silky like velvet. "What was that noise?" He was quick and silent and when he emerged from the darkness of the hallway, the woman had her back facing away from him as she sat in a plushy arm chair. The curious feeling bloomed in his chest once more and he knew that she was something special. The small boy plodded out from behind a door and his wide eyes found Loki. He dropped the toy he was holding and froze. The young woman caught wind of his reaction and turned around herself. She shot up from the chair and grabbed a lamp off the table next to their couch, holding it up defensively, pushing the boy back behind her.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I do not wish to harm you, girl, calm down," Loki reassured the frightened girl, taking a tentative step forward. She raised the lamp higher.

"I will call the police," she warned him. Loki laughed.

"You would rather bludgeon me with a flimsy lamp and call on your ignorant police than use your true gift? That's quite sad, darling." She looked at him with true confusion for a moment, taken completely aback by his proclaimed knowledge of her ability. Granted, he didn't know what she could do, but he knew that she could do something. She shook her head and reaffirmed her grip on the lamp.

"I don't know what you're talking about." A wicked smile broke out on Loki's face and he flicked his wrist, ripping the lamp out of her grip and flinging it across the room. It smashed against the wall loudly, shards of glass and plastic showering onto the floor. Deadly mirth danced behind Loki's eyes when he saw the frightened look on the woman's delicate face. "What are you?" He shook his head and strided towards her.

"No, darling, what are you?" He raised his left hand out, perpendicular to his slender body, and felt his magic gather at the center of his palm. He concentrated on the girl and pulled hard. Within seconds, her soft neck was in his large hand. "Show me." He knew that she knew what he was talking about.

"Stay back, Donny." She said as she closed her jade eyes. In the corner of Loki's eyes, he saw something moving. His head snapped to the left, seeing a large ice box slowly begin gravitating towards the ceiling until the top bumped against it gently, as if it was a balloon filled with helium.

"Psychokinetic?" Loki asked her curiously, but she shook her head, her eyes still closed. Then, his feet were no longer on the ground and he himself was floating, his hand on the woman's throat keeping him anchored. Loki felt lighter than air itself, as if the planet's gravity no longer affected him. He grinned while she lowered him back down again. "You can manipulate mass." She nodded, opening her frightened eyes. A plan started to form in his mind. "Interesting."

"What do you want with me?"

"What is your name?" He had the feeling that Lor wasn't her full name.

"Lorelai," she told him. Loki raised a slender eyebrow. "Lorelai Johnson."

"Are you aware of the meaning behind your name, Lorelai?" She shook her head at his bizarre question. "It comes from a German story about a beautiful Siren named Lorelei who would lure sea-men to their deaths." Loki felt Lorelai gulp under his firm grip on her neck. It wasn't tight enough to restrict her breathing, but it was tight enough to keep her behaving. She said nothing. "I have a task for you."

"No," Lorelai said without hesitation. Loki tightened his hand. But, she shook her head still. Leverage, Loki thought quickly, I need leverage.

"You will listen to me or your family dies," he hissed through his teeth, "and I will make you watch." Lorelai whimpered helplessly, but didn't deny him any longer. "I am seeking revenge upon my enemies."

"What do you want me to do? Float them to death?" Her sarcasm only infuriated Loki to the point that he dragged her mother and her brother out to the kitchen next to them, using the invisible lassos of his magic. The confines of his power held them still and silent, and they looked between his deadly, emerald eyes and Lorelai's. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lorelai pleaded, gripping at his hand as it tightened around her throat.

"I have no patience for your sarcasm and games, girl. I will not hesitate to murder them both."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Loki smirked. His threats had the desired affect. This plan was coming together beautifully.

"You will turn yourself into SHIELD and gain access to the members of the Avengers - "

"The Avengers? Aren't those the guys that - "

"Yes, now keep your mouth shut," Loki was growing tired of this girl's mouth. "You will gain access to them. Gain their trust. Learn their secrets, their weaknesses. You will find a way for me to bring their downfall. And you will do it in 60 days. Not a day more, or your family will pay the price."

"Espionage?" Her voice was high and disbelieving. "You want me to go undercover so you can kill people? This is ridiculous."

"More ridiculous than the one's you love bleeding to death while you watch? You may be superior to simple humans, girl, but you are not superior to me." Her willow eyes danced between Loki and her shaking, frightened family for a moment, indecision in them. "I do not have all night. Make your choice."

Then, the small boy began to cry. Loki's magic kept him from making any sound, but the wetness of his eyes and the trembling of his small form was enough. Tears trailed down his cheeks, his blue eyes gazing up fearfully, desperately at the girl Loki held in his cold grasp. Guilt overcame Loki, but it wasn't strong enough to stop him now, no, he was too far gone. The tears got to Lorelai though, her own throat hiccuping under his hand.

"O-Okay, okay. I'll do it."